WARNING:
This story contains nudity, graphic violence, rape, and other adult themes.
It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature
adults, over the age of twenty-one.

Note: My thanks to David,
a fan of Supergran who contributed several ideas and scenes contained herein.

Holiday Reunion. Part 1.ByGW

There was festive air about Morganna's
Clinic today. Morganna's sister, the normally glum faced Leticia
Luthor was whistling, off key, an ancient Yule carol, originally titled
according to family lore, "Good King Morgullus looked out."

Just then, Leticia's daughter
Wendy burst boisterously into the room. Wendy was attending a local junior
college this year, and today had been the last day of classes before Winter
vacation.

With Wendy, was another girl,
a rather odd looking teenager, with close cropped black hair set off by
multicolored spikes. It was unusual for Wendy to have any chums,
but she seemed proud of her new friend.

"This is Golgotha, Mom! She just
transferred! She's like us; from one of the old Troll families. She's the
only other Troll I know! Her family celebrates Troll Yule too, just like
us, and not that Xmas thing they copied from us!"

"Oh I'm very pleased to meet
you, Golgotha!" Leticia chortled.

"I'm teaching Golgotha to fight,
Mom, and I thought maybe she could get some practice in on our favorite
punching bag, Supergran, this afternoon!"

"Oh Gee, Honey! This is
a bad day for that! I've had the old slattern scrubbing floors since 5:00
A.M. Everything has to be spotless! It isn't every day Great Aunt Elfrieda
comes for a visit! In fact, she's never been here to the Clinic before,
and she's very particular! I suppose it's her Prussian upbringing! Gramma
was the same way!"

"Your Grand Mother was Aunt Elfireda's
sister, right?" Wendy asked.

"Yes Dear! Although Gramma came
to this country when she was quite young! She and Aunt Elfrieda were estranged
for some years, because Gramma was loyal to the United States during the
World War II years, whereas Aunt Elfrieda was a Gruppenführer in Hitler's
SS! Of course, in later years Gramma would always chuckle, telling us how
her sister Elfrieda, the Nazi Black Valkyrie destroyed the Great American
Superheroine, Amerizon!" (See Balance of Power by GW Balance
of Power)

Ever the indulgent mother, Leticia
paused, and thinking aloud said. "Well let's see how that worthless old
baggage is doing, anyway! Maybe we could work something in! Half the day,
I had to listen to the old cow whining and whimpering about how hard it
was to get so much work done with her breast harness! Couldn't she use
a regular mop, yadada yadada?"

Leticia paused while Wendy explained
the breast harness to her friend.

'Yeah the thing goes on her tits
an..."

Wendy went on. "Yeah, the first
time she put the harness on her, Mom didn't think the old sow was doing
it right! She told the hag's daughter, Supermom, t'spank her old lady,
for goofin' off! All them bitches get real upset when we make one o'them
punish another one! Always bleatin' about 'all women are sisters' and stuff
like that! Course it made it better that SuperBlondy had t'spank her own
Mom, who's only here because she tried to stop Mom from picking on poor,
little Superheroine, Supermom, when we lived next door t'her!" (See
Super
Mother's Day by GW Super
Mother's Day)

"Anyway, Supermom pulled the
old bag over her lap, and started swattin' her fat bottom! The dumb blond
was bawling like she was the one gettin' her ass blistered, 'stead o'her
ma!"

"Course Mom's such a perfectionist,
she decided Supermom wasn't doin' a good 'nuff job spanking the old sow,
so she decided t'do it herself, to BOTH o'them! She strung 'em up,
so she could do it right!"

"Supermom was supposed t'give
her old lady TEN swats with her hand! Well, Mom gave the old bag TWENTY,
with her old sorority paddle!"

"At first, the old slut screamed
like a stuck pig, but she passed out before Mom finished! Then, she just
moaned! Hee, hee! Mom was counting and she'd only got t'eithteen! Course
Mom gave her the final two whacks anyway! Once she finished with Supergran,
Mom gave Supermom twenty lashes with the Kryptonite bull whip! Supermom
still has her super powers, that's why we keep a Kryptonite Collar around
her neck all the time, an' the only thing that will hurt her tough hide
is more Kryptonite!"

'Anyway, since then, both o'them
bitches know better'n to try t'put anything over on Mom!"

Wide eyed, Golgotha asked. "Oh
Wendy! It's so hard to believe you can really do all those things to real
superheroines!"

"Wait'll ya see Supergran in
her tit harness, Gol!"

"I'm sorry, Dear, but today we'll
have to disappoint Golgotha! That old bag drove me crazy all day with her
whining and caterwauling! She swore to me that with so much to do,
she could get it done better with a regular mop! Well, finally I
took pity on the lazy sow, and let her use the mop!"

Wendy looked at her mother in
shocked disbelief. "You took pity on her, Mom?"

"Well it is Yuletide, Dear!"
Leticia answered with a sweet smile.

Wendy shook her head, still unable
to believe her mother would take pity on a Superheroine, and shrugged to
her friend.

As they walked toward the room
where Supergran was working, Leticia asked Golgotha: "Tell me Dear, do
you have any older brothers, maybe?"

"No Ma'am!" Golgotha answered,
shyly.

Wendy whispered with a giggle
to Golgotha. "My Mom is a typical trollish mother! Wants me to get
married, preferably to a 'nice troll boy' and have lots of troll grandchildren
for her! Like that's gonna happen before I'm forty!"

When they entered the room where
Supergran was working, Wendy and Golgotha burst into gales of laughter.
There was the hapless superheroine, once the world's mightiest crimefighter,
still a majestic figure of a woman, valiantly trying to swab the floor,
with the mop handle wedged deep into her anus.

"Oh Ma, you had me believing
you'd gone soft! Ha, ha!" Wendy crowed.

Even more wide eyed than before,
Golgotha gaped. "Oh Wendy I'll never doubt anything you tell me again!
THAT is ASS!"

Still gaping, Golgotha gasped.
"Ommigod! Look at the way she's swinging her big fat ass, and look at them
jugs jiggle!"

Indeed, the only way the hapless
Supergran could move the mop was to violently swing her pelvis from side
to side, causing her massive breasts to flail madly about her broad chest.

Yuletide 'mercy' swiftly evaporated
as Leticia inspected the floor. Leticia was less then pleased with Supergran's
efforts, or perhaps she just wanted to show off in front of Wendy's new
friend. She picked up a cane from the corner and swung it experimentally
though the air.

Seeing the cane, Supergran began
to plead pathetically. "Oh please Mistress Leticia...please...(sob)...don't
cane me...not again...I promise to do better if you give me another try!
I will...(sob)...I-I will!"

Supergran's heart-rending pleas
fell on deaf ears.

"Too late, you, ungrateful, lazy
Bitch! I gave you a chance!"

Leticia, keeping a firm grip
on the mop handle wedged in the helpless captive superheroine's behind,
raised the cane high before bringing it forcefully down across the large
hindquarters of the sobbing Supergran. Supergran's enormous bottom, though
still firmly muscled, wobbled under the impact, as Wendy and Golgotha cheered
Leticia on.